I am writing this post on Sunday night, not actually believing that I survived the week. It was a doozy of a week here in Chicago. We started it with a covering of rock hard snow on the ground, snow that had fallen weeks ago and didn't leave because it never had a chance to melt in our frigid temps. Instead it just slowly wore down to it's rock hard, icy under-layer, covering most of the city's greener spots. Then we got the blizzard. So we now end the week with more than two feet of snow on the ground. I honestly feel like a deserve some sort of reward for survivng these past seven days, but I'll settle for the pizza and beer I had while watching the Superbowl tonight.
I have lived in the city more than six years now, and I don't think it ever felt as foreign to me as it did on that walk. The wind was howling, the snow was blowing, and I didn't see a single soul on my walk. In a city of millions of people, it's very strange to walk down the street at 6 p.m. and not see anyone else. It felt so apocalyptic.
I knew the storm was going to be as bad as the weather forecasters predicted just based on that walk. Already the blowing snow was producing two foot tall snow drifts. It's not like the snow just fell and blanketed everything with two feet of snow. It swirled around and left little rhyme or reason to where it accumilated. While walking Taylor home, I'd see a bare patch of cement and then immediately be trudging through two feet of snow to only a couple paces later be met by a couple inches.
By the next morning however, everything was covered.
Entire cars were buried. Cars were stuck. Just down the street from my building was a car blocking the street that remained there until Friday. And that sight certainly wasn't an anomoly. Lots of cars were stuck. Those that were parked in a spot had little chance of successfully manuvering out of the spot, and then making it to the nearest plowed thoroughfare. I have never been so happy that Mike and I rent a spot in a garage just up the street.
None of this however daunted my dog.
As a result of the storm, most of the city shut down for Wednesday. I worked from home the entire day and Mike was brave enough to trudge in for the afternoon. By Thursday though, the city was generally back open for business, so I headed in.